The situation was actually beginning to scare me.I shifted in my seat and leaned slightly away from the muscular blackstud. The sight of his large han... now resting on my silken thigh got myattention. Starting at his hand, just below my skirt, I looked down tothe high-heeled sandals on my stocking covered feet. I felt the strainof my lacy red garter straps pulling across my smooth shaven ass, as Ibecame aware of the wetness beginning to form in my panties from myhardening sissy-clit. I may have. She couldn't seem to recall details, but, felt as much as knew, she had been gang raped.This was no doubt someone's idea of a final cruel joke. She started to look away, but a string protruding from the salami caught her eye. Getting her breath at last, she examined the offending object more closely. The salami had been cored, something rolled up and place inside and the core replaced with the string hanging out to afford a means to extract the contents. She pulled and momentarily some rolled. "What's going on Teresa, I thought you were my friend?" His words bit like wounds."I am your friend Roger." Teresa tried to smile. "The girls just want to have a little fun with you, that's all. No ones going to hurt you." Tell that to my head - it's still pounding. Who hit me?" No one hit you. You just bumped your head when we got you out of the car." Lifting the rag she could see a bump and a bruise forming around it. "It was just an accident." So, you've had your fun - now your going to let. "Why didn't you speak to me yesterday", he demanded. "Because, it was more important to tend to you, than to satisfy your curiosity", she answered. "Where am I? What is this place", Alex asked, excited to have someone who could explain things to him. "The answers will be given in time, by someone wiser than myself", the girl said. She gently pushed the blonde girl forward, the younger female falling to her knees in front of Alex. "What's going on", he asked, confused as to why the women of this.